I am haunting Myselfe
I have cold Hands & a million Eyes
I ruck up my Skirts & bound up the stairs
all the World is but a rustling of Silks
I will unbutton thee Sir if thou wilt cut my Lace asunder
I am a Girl again more than half-savage
yesternight I did find a little Clown-Beast caught in a Cage
a Birdcage it was not meant for anything wild
meant for tame Creatures who hop the length of a finger
& back againe at the Twitch of a String
who sing by rote whose Heartes beat by rote
but Oh not I no not I
I am a hypocritical political Animal I am not content
to flap my Wings prettily yet I sit all the livelong day
& gawk gawk gawk at the poor Beasties in their Cages
a virgin Prostitute with a Hearte of Fool’s Gold am I
I ache for a Man’s glov’d Hand in my Hair
yanking my head back so loving-disdainful
good Girl good Boy good bad girlboy bad boy bad bad bad girl
wast there when Sodom & Gomorrah fell boy
trod thou with thy bootes over the charr’d Earthe girl
Oh no not I not I not I ‘twas another another another
all Flesh is grass we are Sinners all
I have shorn my Hair like to a Nun’s
but the Devil is inside me & he calleth me sweete Names
boy he calls me I am his Servant girl I shall be thine
thou shalt be mine & I shall be thine
if thou wilt hitch up my Petticoats unlace my bootes
unbone my stays fuck me in the Field on the Altar on the Chopping-Block
hang my she-wolf Skin from the Scaffold & sew my Garments up againe
be not afraid of my million Eyes I will speak plainly
I will say such Words thou’lt think me possess’d
Nun-Cunt thigh-fuck Boy-Bitch cockless Cavalier
black Bile yellow Bile all out of joynte
filthe on white Lace I shall be stitching this for Years yet
women’s Work handiwork put your Hands on me
hound me into the Ghetto I shall seep out like Tar to haunt thee
murther me dead I will bite the black of the Earthe & crawl out
pox me plague me I will sink thy ships
in the name of all Jesters jail’d & hang’d for a Jape